"I gueth Harriet will make a good captain," suggested Tommy.

The girls agreed to this.

"I suggest then, that Jane McCarthy be chief officer--that is, the next
in line to the captain--with Margery as purser, Hazel as third officer,
and Tommy, what would you like to be?" asked Miss Elting.

"I gueth I'll be the pathenger," decided little Tommy wisely.

There was a chorus of protests at this.

"You and I will be the fourth and fifth officers respectively,"
announced the guardian.

"What doeth the fourth offither do?"

"Not much of anything."

Tommy nodded approvingly.

"Then I am that," she announced. "Harriet ith a good captain. Harriet
knowth thomething about everything."

Harriet shook her head. She protested that she knew nothing at all about
any boat larger than a rowboat. To be the captain of a scow, was
something of a responsibility. She knew that she would have to be
captain in fact as well as in name, and that the navigation and
protection of the craft would be on the shoulders of Jane McCarthy and
herself.